Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberries for Breakfast

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the
Butterflies in my under the August moon
for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers the August moon

Drive you to the airport, till it's time to go
I've the weather report, they say it will not snow
And all the planes can and go
But I think the ceiling is too low, so you go

Blueberries for breakfast, in the afternoon
in my trousers under the August moon

[Incomprehensible] New York [incomprehensible]
Burning just a too bright
Manhattan firefly, never make it through the
Somehow she came out
the darkness, see her light shining bright

Blueberries for breakfast, in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August

I'm gonna to call the cops, if you don't leave me alone
waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home
The F.B.I., the C.I.A., you they'll never leave you alone
And I will cut you to the

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the
Butterflies in my trousers under the moon
Blueberries for breakfast, in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August